I was sad. Sad for the owls, for the downed trees, sad for the pines twisted into match sticks in the mountains. I was sad for the Circle K ... the ho...se, a fine example of 1890’s architecture and the best carpenters money could buy, was knocked six inches off its foundation by a felled cottonwood tree. I was sad for the thirteen thousand old trees shattered on the ranch and the twelve hundred head of branded Circle K cattle killed in the fields and who knows how many yet to be branded calves.I. Although it felt like the clocks had stopped and the earth was standing still, eventually, Saturday did in fact, come.Dressed in my swim trunks—a pair of Olebar Brown board shorts with a hem that lands a few inches above the knee—a linen shirt, and a pair of Soludos, I packed up my car, an Audi R8 convertible that I kept locked in the garage attached to my building—am indulgence that only really saw the light of day when the urge for a road trip would hit me. Admittedly, having a car in the. No, Tim is not yet ready to stop. He wants to enjoy this experience more.Meanwhile, Abbie’s ‘big clitty’ is rather hard already too. Tim questions himself, ‘Can he touch it directly? Is he ready for that?’Seeing the outline the other night, and more fully on camera yesterday isn’t quite the same as seeing it pointing up at him as Abbie sits back down on his lap. And his cock tip there between Abbie’s legs rubbing against her shaft.He closes his eyes for a minute and realizes he truly. Most relationships were built so heavily on the sex and us…sure it was AMAZING but…we were perfectly happy just playing mini golf and staring at each other while talking for hours and hours about…life. But you’re here for sex so here we go.Most of you were wondering what happened the next night. You know, after I had him over for dinner. He fucked me (and he sure did a hell of a job at that lmao) the first night. The second, I decided it was my turn to take control. After dinner was over, we.